she know i'm from the street, all she want me to do is fuck the police.

this is brilliant. [:
life; that is.

right now. i'm at peace with shit. for the most part.
my brain must not be functioning very much because it honestly feels like i'm happy.

:D

this song. oh man, this song.

www.myspace.com/sexiskater1224.

add. me.

okay?

orr. ask for my number and text me. i have a lot to say, i just don't know how to word it.

i feel complete.

we can't depend on your excuses, 'cause in the end it's fucking useless.

"what is your favorite color?"
"....what is your quest?"

i love monty python.

hey, guyth.
i'm feeling pretty spunky right now. i'm listening to "keep 'em separated" by the offspring. this music video is trippy as fuck.

my question today is

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE THESE DAYS?

i've noticed that there are really only a few kinds of people these days.

examples:
the slut: she's mostly found in between the high school football team spread eagle. probably on your boyfriend too. i know this type of a girl. she fucks around with every guy she can get her hands on because once upon a time a boy called her ugly. ever since then she's been trying to prove to herself she isn't ugly by macking on every boy she can.

the boyfriend stealer: read above. they're the same thing.

the tattle tale: a person that tells higher authority on everyone's wrong doings. these are the most annoying kind of people. you do something fun and they tell. you smoke a little weed, and the next thing you know, you're pissing all over your fingers trying to get it in a cup. fuck these negros. i don't know their perogative, though i'm pretty sure it's to get beat up by everyone they can before high school finishes.

the thinkers: the people who are fun, yet still have a conscience. they can drink, smoke, vandalize, do all that good stuff, yet they still have a conscience. they know right from wrong and they know what's uncool to do and whatnot. they have deep thoughts. they run deeper than most people.

AND THEN.

there are the people that i like to call

'the extreme fuck ups.'

the ones that are completely oblivious to every feeling, emotion and thought that ever was shoved right into their face. they see nothing. they're about as deep as a puddle of piss. they do things, because they think that's the way society goes. they have no sincerity, they have no true meaning to them. they don't dream, they don't think. they don't do shit.

fuck those people.

this deserves a proper closing.

you're gay.
fuck you,

-angel.

eleven.

hey you,
give it up, i'm doing this my way.

the fact that you get up every morning and breathe air makes me sick to my stomach.
the fact we could use that oxygen and foot of space you claim, makes me want to puke.

you make me sick.

but what can i say? i made you this way. i fucking created you.
i let you get this way, and i never even thought twice that you'd be as bad as you are.
you like to think you're done. that you've seen it all.

but you have no idea.

you pretend to care. to feel. to see. to think. to do the things i know you don't.
i can see it written all over your fucking face. how no one else does, i'm not sure, because it's clear as day. and i know, i know, "you'll stop feeling like this". i know you wont. i know it so clear. the feeling is fucking vivid, isn't it? the clear feeling of hating yourself. the clarity of wanting to be dead.
the clarity of wanting to do it yourself.

they all tell you the same thing;
you need help.
it's going to go away.
it's only a phase.
maybe you should see a therapist.
you're just crazy.
that's the most selfish thing on the earth, how could you think about something like that?

but it isn't hard to think about it, is it? not when you see it everywhere you go.
not when you're in a car, and you want the passenger side to get hit by a semi.
not when you're walking under street lamps at night and you wonder how you could make it possible to hang yourself from that high.

not when it's always around you.

the most ignorant i've heard?
"i'll always be here."

they. are. never. truly. there.
not really anyway. they comfort you and tell you that they'll always be there to talk to, to listen, to care about you and love you.
'love' is such a fucking double standard, i don't even know what it means anymore.

so go ahead, pop those pills. make yourself comfortably numb.
run that razor across your wrist again and make more ugly scars.
at least they'll match your inside.

hey, reflection, you fucking disgust me.

very special ten.

that's right. speciall.
because you will often see me like this. when i think clear, and shit.
this is when i meet mj. she's beast.

we don't judge here, right?
i mean, like, isn't that what this place is all about, anyway? caring. hearing people. helping. all that good shizzle.
well i hope so,

because i have a secret.
and it is, i've made out with my friend's brother.
at his house.

and i liked it.

and friends don't do that to friends, because that's what the evolutionary rules were when friends are friends.

not really that much of a secret, but whatev-nizzle.
i'm listening to 'if it means a lot to you', by a day to remember. this song's been apart of my life for a little bit now. i like it. i like the acoustic and the strong voice that dude has. they really flow together, you know what i'm sayin'? but the girl singer kinda really sucks fat choads on the roadz for lyfe.
but guys, we shouldn't judge her because:
we shouldn't. duh.

and;

don't judge me on this. or you can. and this is segement that i'd like to call "inside joke." i couldn't think of a witty title(i almost put tittle. har har.)to put here. hush up, nancy;
sean's sister: "did you just say my brother is going to fuck me?! ah ha ah"
nikkole: "I THOUGHT HE ALREADY DID!"

angel and nikkoles faces; O8

(apparently, sean's sister, and younger brother fucked. ages 12, 10.)

but remember, we don't judge you here. [;

peace, love and ...other shit.

Currently Off the Wall By Michael Jackson see related

nine.

overwhelming? try unbearable.

you're probably like "jesus, bitch. two blogs in one day? don't you have a life? god damn."
and, your answer? not anymore. but my thoughts are completely overwhelming today.

[i just want to do good.]

does that make me a bad person?
the thoughts like these?
all i can imagine lately is bright sun, shining down on my face. making my skin tingle then warm. the sun, ever restless in the sky. dancing for me, while i rest upon the earth and let the green grass mix with my hair.
hahaha. that was lame. but not the thoughts i've had going on.
i need to stop eating, for real, guys. i seriously need a buddy.

[but i don't know how.]

i miss relationships.

i do.